Horatio Alger Jr
Horatio Alger Jr Poems
|3.||For The Consecration Of A Cemetary||9/4/2010|
|5.||Grand'Ther Baldwin's Thanksgiving||9/4/2010|
|10.||Mrs. Browning's Grave At Florence||9/4/2010|
|11.||Out Of Egypt||9/4/2010|
|13.||Harvard Ode Iv||9/4/2010|
|14.||Song Of The Croaker||9/4/2010|
|17.||The Church At Stratford-On-Avon||9/4/2010|
|19.||The Lost Heart||9/4/2010|
|20.||The Whippoorwill And I||9/4/2010|
|21.||Where Is My Boy Tonight?||9/4/2010|
|22.||The Price Of Victory||9/4/2010|
|23.||Harvard Ode Ii||9/4/2010|
|24.||Harvard Ode Iii||9/4/2010|
|25.||Rose In The Garden||9/4/2010|
|26.||Gone To The War||9/4/2010|
|27.||A Soldier's Valentine||9/4/2010|
|30.||Harvard Ode I||9/4/2010|
|32.||Carving A Name||9/4/2010|
Carving A Name
I wrote my name upon the sand,
And trusted it would stand for aye;
But, soon, alas! the refluent sea
Had washed my feeble lines away.
I carved my name upon the wood,
And, after years, returned again;
I missed the shadow of the tree
That stretched of old upon the plain.
To solid marble next, my name
I gave as a perpetual trust;
An earthquake rent it to its base,
And now it lies, o'erlaid with dust.
All these have failed. In wiser mood
I turn and ask myself, 'What then?'
If I would have my name endure,
I'll write it on the hearts of ...
'Tis just three months and eke a day,
Since in the meadows, raking hay,
On looking up I chanced to see
The manor's lord, young Arnold Lee,
With a loose hand on the rein,
Riding slowly down the lane.
As I gazed with earnest look
On his face as on a book,
As if conscious of the gaze,